Chill Rich

I'm the fuckin' fresh bull

but ri now I'm ill Rich

Casanova, I still hit a lick while your bitch on my hip and I still kill

Burnin' these hunnit bricks like lil' rich

My life's cold

I think about it and feel hunnit chills like that Blackout!

My bulls' hungry for big meals (my bulls is hungry)

I jhi count money and rolled up sum good dope dope while sippin' on good henny on shorty's ass cheeks (Damnnnnn Rich, chill)

Pour up a pint

Roll me one nice cause I'm drippy, no lame shit over here (Ayyyyyyyyy)

Wat it look like? (Wat It Look Like)

I'm gettin' love from the block cause a bull still here

When i get right on this blog shit like bitch, I've been doin' this shit since Hot Nigga came out (well go subscribe to my shit like ASAP, no ROCKY)

These Joe Budden niggaz be old news and cappin' on the net like we care and shit

She and He wanna ride me like steerin' wheel (YEEEEEEEEEEER)

Shorty, it's the AM, why you still here like Felicia (Bye, TF)

I thought I told you I'm good on these hoes (Thought I Been Told U)

I jhi need brick money to get me some mo'

Callin' the plug slim like, "what it hit for"

Always been on my grind when I was down and out but oh so broke with or without a mf soul on my side (that's on Gvng)

From the corners, hell yeah that's for sure (hell yeah that's for sure)

We up, niggas, never been here before

Ain't no limits when you kick in the door (Kick in the DOOR!)

Damn, she said I'm chill, yeah, bitch I know